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Adult Guinea Pig
I got dinner in the oven and finally sat down at the desk next to my guinea pigs' cage, beer in hand and ready to do the meal plan for next week. Promptly, all three of my guys started yelling at me for their dinner; dinner happens when the small noisy one goes away in the evening. It's dark and quiet. Where is dinner?
I told them, "I know it's dinner time, but... I said 'but'!"
Silence.
Not just one but three hungry, rightfully indignant pigs stopped asking for their food when asked. I think this might be a first for me in 25 years of piggie ownership?!
For the GPU: I note that others have descended into lawlessness while Miss Bramble is on holiday, but I'd like it to be known that it did get back up, promptly, to fetch them their dinner.
Side rant: Why did no-one warn me how much of my adult life would be spent planning food, buying food, preparing food, consuming food, and then cleaning up the food? I don't want to come up with ideas for what I want for dinner next week..! I am wrong 90% of the time
I told them, "I know it's dinner time, but... I said 'but'!"
Silence.
Not just one but three hungry, rightfully indignant pigs stopped asking for their food when asked. I think this might be a first for me in 25 years of piggie ownership?!
For the GPU: I note that others have descended into lawlessness while Miss Bramble is on holiday, but I'd like it to be known that it did get back up, promptly, to fetch them their dinner.
Side rant: Why did no-one warn me how much of my adult life would be spent planning food, buying food, preparing food, consuming food, and then cleaning up the food? I don't want to come up with ideas for what I want for dinner next week..! I am wrong 90% of the time
